Have you ever thought you were a terrible person?
I sighed. Often, I say, but it makes no difference. Try though I may, I'm always the same. Crooked, backwards, and bent.
Lately, I think it. I believe it. I want to be different. Better.
Then you're already better than most people, I think. The rest of us just don't want to get caught. And that is the god blessed and god awful truth of things.
Well, that seems miserable.
Can't say I ever lied to you.
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